She raised her eyes to look at the originally dark green iron gate, which had now turned pitch black, contemplating something in her mind.
Suddenly, her eyes narrowed, "Wan Jun, didn't you mention before that there was a fire in the old district?"
Being called like this, Chen Wanjun was startled and took a while to regain her senses.
"Yes, yes."
Chen Wanjun, being good at socializing, often heard various campus gossip from her. Sometimes she spoke so much that she might not even remember it well herself. But the incident of the old district catching fire was particularly memorable.
Because this was the second major event since Qing University was established.
At that time, the new dormitory had already been completed, but for some reason, students hadn't moved in yet. Then, one night, a dormant dorm suddenly erupted in a bizarre fire.
